George Gordon Byron

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George Gordon Byron

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When We Two Parted

by George Gordon Byron

When we two parted 
   In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted 
   To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, 
   Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold 
   Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning 
   Sunk chill on my brow-- 
It felt like the warning
   Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken, 
   And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken, 
   And share in its shame.

They name thee before me, 
   A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
   Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee, 
   Who knew thee too well--
Long, long shall I rue thee, 
   Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
   In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget, 
   Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee 
   After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
   With silence and tears.

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George Gordon Byron

George Gordon Byron was born on January 22, 1788 in Aberdeen, Scotland, and inherited his family’s English title at the age of ten, becoming Baron Byron of Rochdale. Abandoned by his father at an early age and resentful of his mother, who he blamed for his being born with a deformed foot, Byron isolated himself during his youth and was deeply unhappy. Though he was the heir to an idyllic estate, the property was run down and his family had no assets with which to care for it. As a teenager, Byron discovered that he was attracted to men as well as women, which made him all the more remote and secretive.

He studied at Aberdeen Grammar School and then Trinity College in Cambridge. During this time Byron collected and published his first volumes of poetry. The first, published anonymously and titled Fugitive Pieces, was printed in 1806 and contained a miscellany of poems, some of which were written when Byron was only fourteen. As a whole, the collection was considered obscene, in part because it ridiculed specific teachers by name, and in part because it contained frank, erotic verses. At the request of a friend, Byron recalled and burned all but four copies of the book, then immediately began compiling a revised version—though it was not published during his lifetime. The next year, however, Byron published his second collection, Hours of Idleness, which contained many of his early poems, as well as significant additions, including poems addressed to John Edelston, a younger boy whom Byron had befriended and deeply loved.

By Byron’s twentieth birthday, he faced overwhelming debt. Though his second collection received an initially favorable response, a disturbingly negative review was printed in January of 1808, followed by even more scathing criticism a few months later. His response was a satire, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, which received mixed attention. Publicly humiliated and with nowhere else to turn, Byron set out on a tour of the Mediterranean, traveling with a friend to Portugal, Spain, Albania, Turkey, and finally Athens. Enjoying his new-found sexual freedom, Byron decided to stay in Greece after his friend returned to England, studying the language and working on a poem loosely based on his adventures. Inspired by the culture and climate around him, he later wrote to his sister, “If I am a poet … the air of Greece has made me one.”

Byron returned to England in the summer of 1811 having completed the opening cantos of Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage, a poem which tells the story of a world-weary young man looking for meaning in the world. When the first two cantos were published in March of 1812, the expensive first printing sold out in three days. Byron reportedly said, “I awoke one morning and found myself famous.”

His fame, however, was among the aristocratic intellectual class, at a time when only cultivated people read and discussed literature. The significant rise in a middle-class reading public, and with it the dominance of the novel, was still a few years away. At 24, Byron was invited to the homes of the most prestigious families and received hundreds of fan letters, many of them asking for the remaining cantos of his great poem—which eventually appeared in 1818.

An outspoken politician in the House of Lords, Byron used his popularity for public good, speaking in favor of workers’ rights and social reform. He also continued to publish romantic tales in verse. His personal life, however, remained rocky. He was married and divorced, his wife Anne Isabella Milbanke having accused him of everything from incest to sodomy. A number of love affairs also followed, including one with Claire Clairmont, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley‘s sister in law. By 1816, Byron was afraid for his life, warned that a crowd might lynch him if he were seen in public.

Forced to flee England, Byron settled in Italy and began writing his masterpiece, Don Juan, an epic-satire novel-in-verse loosely based on a legendary hero. He also spent much of his time engaged in the Greek fight for independence and planned to join a battle against a Turkish-held fortress when he fell ill, becoming increasingly sick with persistent colds and fevers.

When he died on April 19, 1824, at the age of 36, Don Juan was yet to be finished, though 17 cantos had been written. A memoir, which also hadn’t been published, was burned by Byron’s friends who were either afraid of being implicated in scandal or protective of his reputation.

Today, Byron’s Don Juan is considered one of the great long poems in English written since Milton’s Paradise Lost. The Byronic hero, characterized by passion, talent, and rebellion, pervades Byron’s work and greatly influenced the work of later Romantic poets.

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Clarity

Things are Becoming Clearer (Picture Courtesy of Being)

Things are Becoming Clearer
(Picture Courtesy of Being)

 

       I have been listening to a shmanic meditation these past two weeks and it is great.  The first time I did the meditation I felt a slight pressure and a tingling sensation on the top of my head.  Throughout the meditation I also experienced goose bumps all over my body.  I am doing this particular meditation twice a week. It is very powerful.  Since I’ve been using this meditation, I am beginning to receive impressions, visions, and dreams again!

       Yesterday I got clarity regarding a dream that I had a year ago.  In the dream I was standing outside a tall building with a group of about four women.  One of the women forgot her purse in the office.  I volunteered to go back into the building and get her purse.  I went to the third floor and everyone in the office seemed to be shutting down for the day.  For some reason, I did not want them to see me so I went out the exit door onto a stairwell.  Then I noticed three steps leading up to the parking area on the roof of this building.  I decided to go onto the roof.  When I opened the door to go on the roof, I looked to the left and  immediately saw a younger version of myself sitting on the ground, leaning against a column, stroking a huge, albino python (I think that’s what it was).  I was startled to see myself with the snake. I looked to the right and saw another building and I decided I wanted to jump over onto the roof.  So I did.  When I landed on the other roof, I turned to look back from where I jumped and saw a wolf standing there. The wolf wanted to attack me and jump over but it couldn’t.

Higher Vibration (Picture Courtesy of Bing)

Higher Vibration
(Picture Courtesy of Bing)

 

       Then I turned to look at my new surroundings. I was in a place with a waterfall, flowers, mountains, birds, lots of trees, and foliage.  There was a blue lake that seemed to meet with the sky.  It was tranquil, and beautiful there.

       I was told the snake represented my kundalini.  I still don’t know the meaning of seeing myself (a younger version) stroking the snake.  I feel jumping onto the other roof means I’ve entered a higher vibration. I never understood what the wolf meant in my dream.  Yesterday out of the blue the meaning of the wolf came to me.  I believe the wolf represents my lower nature.  I jumped into a higher vibration and my lower nature was left behind.

       I feel with time I will get more clarity about this dream/message.  I also received clarity on a dream I had back in the 70s. During my meditations I ask for clarity in all things and I am receiving it.  :  )

       I wish you all a wonderful weekend.

Love, light and blessings

Disconnected

 

disconnect

I feel unplugged, disconnected, short-circuited, from Spirit.

       I don’t know what’s going on with me.  I am not remembering my dreams anymore.  I’ve recorded maybe seven dreams so far this year. But, more and more I am getting messages, visions, and impressions during meditation. That is until recently.  It’s been two weeks and I’m not getting anything. What’s up with that? I’m still seeing the colors purple, green, and white. But, I am not getting any messages. I feel positive, balanced, and uplifted. Besides meditating, I read spiritual material daily.  In fact, I crave more and more spiritual truth.

       For a while now I’ve wanted to attend a shamanic meditation group.  I had signed on to meet with this group during September but I had to cancel. The Shamanic Journey/Healing Circle group meets once a month. The next meeting is this coming Saturday and I’m going.  I’ve read lots of information about shamanism and I’m very drawn to it. I want to learn shamanic methods to help me with my spiritual growth. I believe this is the next step on my journey.

       Have any of you experienced this feeling of disconnection?  If you have, how did you overcome it?  I would really like to know.

Love, light and blessings

Vee

October 9, 2013   UPDATE

The meeting was cancelled.  Um, maybe the cancellation is an indication that I should not go.  During meditation this morning, I asked what I should do to create a clearer connection.  I got “Meditate.”

 

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       I gave some thought as to why I am not remembering my dreams.  Am I doing anything differently from when I first began meditating? The answer is yes.  I am doing some things different.  I used to meditate in the morning and every night. Now, I only meditate in the morning. I also, worked on clearing my chakras. I stopped that because I didn’t think I needed to do it anymore. I also would, on occasion, listen to sound meditations.  I stopped doing that as well.

       When I was meditating twice daily, clearing my chakras, and listening to sound meditations, I received lots of information through dreams, visions, and meditation. Then I decided that I no longer needed to do some of those things. What a BIG ego. I guess I figured I was advanced. Well, I am happy Spirit “cut off my water,” and brought me back down to earth.  Lol

       I am humbled and also grateful, because two nights ago I found the most wonderful meditation on YouTube. I listened to Dakota Walker’s Guided Shamanic Meditation. It was wonderful.  It ran about 48 minutes and I enjoyed it immensely. During the journey, I felt chills from head to toe.  I felt slight pressure on the top of my head, along with a tingling sensation.  Dakota Walker’s voice is very soothing as she guides you through the meditation. I could hear drums, birds, and other sounds of nature. I had a vision of a Native American man and woman embraced.  I only saw them from their shoulders, up. She was looking up into his eyes. They were a beautiful couple. I knew they were from another time period. But that’s it; I didn’t get anything else.

       Later, I fell asleep around 11:30 p.m. As I was awakening around 6:30 a.m. the next morning, I realized I was dreaming. I was with a group of women. We were working together on an assignment, as light workers. I don’t know what the assignment was. Then I had knowledge that one of the women in the group died. I cried. Not because she died. I cried tears of happiness because I knew she had ascended.

       There you have it. Mystery solved. I needed to do exactly what I was told to do, meditate. I am reconnected and I know what I need to do to receive information needed for my continued growth.

Love, light, and blessings

Vee

 

10 Contemporary Poets You Should Know

Great article about poets on the rise!

Love, light and blessings

Flavorwire

Alex Dimitrov is a poet and man about town who works at the Academy of American Poets by day and hosts a “queer poetry salon” called Wilde Boys at night. We asked him to curate a list of his favorite poets who came of age a decade before him, in the weird and wonderful 1990s. He writes, “Happy National Poetry Month, everyone! Here are ten contemporary poets, among the many I read and admire, that you may get into this month. Most of them have a few books out and are poets who I, as a late 2000s poetry baby, grew up reading along with the so-called ‘classics.'”

The group Dimitrov chose is cosmopolitan, accomplished, and is perhaps younger than what we normally imagine our poets being. “I want you guys to know that not all poets are 105 years old and writing abstract dribble in some attic in New…

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Words of Support

Hand Reaching

       Recently, I was faced with a family situation that was very challenging.  Lots of times when we’re going through things, we seek family support.  Some families are very good at being supportive of one another during difficult times, and some families are not. Why is that?

       I think it is because of not knowing what to say or do when disturbing news is received.  Family may talk amongst each other about what’s going on with the family member who is facing the challenge. But, they do nothing to show support.  Maybe they feel awkward, or they may feel they should not call for whatever reason.

       For many years, I did not know how to be supportive.  I felt awkward and did not know what to say. I would be very concerned and even worried about what my sister, brother, parent, or  friend, is facing.  With time, I overcame the awkwardness.  When a friend or family member is facing challenges I call and offer words of support, and encouragement.

       We need to let our loved ones know that we are there for them to talk to.  Maybe they just need us to listen to what they have to say.  Give advice, if it is sought.  Give a hug and be non-judgmental. Let your loved one know they are not alone in what they are facing.  Sometimes we only need to say,

I love you and I am here for you.”

Love, light and blessings

Vee